#star trek lower decks fanfic

[curator-on-ao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Moopsy Summary: The true and harrowing tale of a creature who has just one thing to say.

[catboyelimgarak]

Since Alternate/Hologram Julian doesn’t need to sleep, he probably lays there and watches his Garak sleep, and Garak probably at first was kind of not for that, but overtime realized it just makes him feel safer, because Julian is there to keep an eye and ear out for any danger. His guardian hologram doctor husband, the security program he loves and loves him back. Julian likes to pet Garak’s hair, ease him to sleep, trace Garak’s scales gently as he sleeps, think of poetry and story descriptions for Garak’s beauty, and just hold his man gently.

[orchidtreks]

Don’t know how to explain it but this alternate universe Garak gives off slightly more top energy to me and they went and made Julian like SOOOOOOOOOOOO sooooo Like That so that’s giving me some interesting dynamics to think about. I write them both ways but this is giving me much to ponder. Alternate universe. Bless up.

[antigrav-boy]

William and Brad need to TALK

[danshive]

Towels Are Illogical

A Star Trek: Lower Decks fan fiction inspired by speculation about the lack of shame and modesty in the lower deck bunk corridors.

This story is tame, does not include detailed physical descriptions, and, with creative directing, could even be in an episode of Lower Decks.

Nonetheless, it has characters in casual states of total undress, and some suggestive moments.

Therefore, reader discretion is advised. Story after the “Keep Reading”.

Towels Are Illogical

By Dan Shive

Boimler’s troubles (or, at least, these specific troubles), began with the arrival of provisional officer T’Lyn.

As Boimler understood it, T’Lyn had transferred from a Vulcan vessel, and was Tendi’s “bestest science buddy”. T’Lyn didn’t look to Boimler as though she returned Tendi’s enthusiasm, but it was hard to tell with Vulcans. Boimler took Tendi’s word for it.

All of which was fine. Boimler was always happy to meet a new crewmate. He welcomed T’Lyn with open arms kept at a respectable distance.

No, the problem for Boimler was that T’Lyn turned out to be a trendsetter.

Naturally, not long after T’Lyn’s arrival, she made use of the sonic showers. As she set out to do so, however, she didn’t wrap herself in a towel. She simply undressed, stored her uniform, and started walking.

Changing clothes out in the open wasn’t unusual in the bunk corridors of the lower decks, nor was it that strange to not be in a hurry to get dressed again. 

It was not uncommon, for example, for Tendi and Rutherford to get distracted in the middle of changing, and to have lengthy conversations while remaining in various states of undress.

It was, however, unusual to leave one’s bunk while still undressed as T’Lyn had done.

Mariner, with her usual lack of a filter, caught up to T’Lyn, and walked along next to her while wearing a towel. “Whoa, whoa, T’Lyn! You’re really going decloaked?”

T’Lyn raised an eyebrow. “Why would I have a cloak?”

“Sorry, sorry, turn of phrase,” While still outgoing and assertive, Mariner was a little awkward around T’Lyn. “A towel. I meant a towel.”

“Are these not sonic showers?”

“Well, yeah, they are, but…”

“To dry oneself off is unnecessary after a sonic shower, and it is illogical for me to cover myself. I feel no physical shame. Even if I did, we are about to shower together.” With what might have been a smile, T’Lyn said “decloaking is an inevitability.”

“Yeah… Yeah! You’re right!” Mariner declared. “I don’t need this!” She boldly whipped off her towel, and flung it over her shoulder. “I mean, I’ll hang on to it for now, don’t want to leave towels lying around the corridor, but yeah!”

Aside from a distracted ensign walking into a wall, this moment had little-to-no impact on others in the lower decks. It was later, after Tendi loudly expressed agreement with T’Lyn, and declared them to be “no-towel buddies,” that the idea started to spread.

As though it were the latest fashion, lower decker after lower decker stopped bothering with towels when walking to and from the sonic showers.

Even “towel guy” was now just “guy,” though he was still referred to as “towel guy.”

Tradition is a powerful thing.

Only one ensign, Ensign Boimler, was sticking to last season’s fashion. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he meant to go to the sonic showers, but was hesitant.

Everyone else not wearing towels bothered Boimler, but not for the reasons one might expect. Boimler was not, for example, overwhelmed by the sight of his exposed crewmates.

Back at his family’s raisin vineyard, Boimler was the most eligible bachelor around. Absurdly attractive women, often in states of partial, if not total, undress, threw themselves at him.

Boimler, hyper-focused on his future in Starfleet, and lacking patience in any failure to properly raise the raisins to be, remained completely oblivious. Without even meaning to, he had formed a callous around being affected by the nudity of others.

Tendi, Mariner, Rutherford, T’Lyn, or anyone else walking around in their birthday suits wasn’t going to power Boimler’s lust above impulse.

No, what bothered Boimler was he was the only one keeping himself covered at all times.

He’d mastered changing clothes without dropping his cloak.

His towel shields were up well before the eyes of others could impact his hull.

Not even Section 31 could know the secrets of Boimler’s hips.

But now, Boimler was the only one staying covered. He felt like a coward, and cowards had no place in the captain’s chair.

“A captain wouldn’t be afraid to drop the towel,” Boimler thought to himself. “A captain wouldn’t even bring a towel! They’d sit in the captain’s chair, naked as the day they were born, and do! Their! Duty!”

Unbidden, an imagined scene of Captain Freeman bravely commanding the Cerritos in such a manner played out in Boimler’s mind.

Boimler, his face red, quickly sat down. He hurriedly thought of other things, like the Niners playing baseball in a holosuite.

As it turned out, nudity combined with competent Starfleet officers on missions actually could awaken something in Boimler.

“Bases loaded, Rom bunts…” Boimler whispered, casting away the sexy demons.

Boimler, deliberately lost in thoughts of the Niners losing at baseball, and trying to remember how baseball was played, failed to notice T’Lyn.

T’Lyn was fresh from the sonic showers, and, as per usual, not wearing a thing.

She observed Boimler. His discomfort about the towel situation had not escaped her notice. While she felt her actions logical, she knew it was her influence that had resulted in his current dilemma.

T’Lyn felt… Found it logical to help Boimler.

“May I join you, Mister Boimler?”

“EZRI ON FIRST!” Boimler blurted, bumping his head on the ceiling of his bunk as he sat up straight.

T’Lyn raised her eyebrows, her expression otherwise unchanged. “My apologies. Are you injured?”

“No, no, I’m fine! Sit, sit! What’s up?”

T’Lyn sat on the end of Boimler’s bunk closest to the viewport.

“You are uncomfortable with the idea of not covering yourself.”

“Whaaat? Why would you… Why would you think? That?” Boimler’s smile would have earned him an invite to many a Ferengi’s poker table.

T’Lyn said nothing.

“Okay, fine, yes,” Boimler admitted. “I know it’s the 24th century, and it’s illogical, but—“ T’Lyn calmly interrupted with a raised hand.

“It is logical for me to not cover myself because I do not feel discomfort in this situation. Context, however, is relevant.” In a shocking display of expressiveness, T’Lyn gestured with one arm, indicating the bunks of the lower decks.

T’Lyn then used both hands to draw attention to her own torso. “Were I in this state of undress at a meeting with the senior staff, and they were fully dressed, I would find it…”

Almost imperceptibly, T’Lyn’s head tilted, and her face scrunched the tiniest of bits. To Boimler, this somehow conveyed a shudder.

“Illogical,” T’Lyn finished. She rested her hands in her lap, their shameless, illogical gesturing for emphasis complete.

Boimler imagined himself in T’Lyn’s place in that hypothetical situation, followed by Worf catching a flying ball.

“You, Mister Boimler, are not me. You should do what is right for you,” she said, imperceptibly gentle. “Discarding your towel as an act of conformity is illogical. It is only logical if you truly wish to do so, and only if you are comfortable being uncovered.”

Boimler smiled genuinely this time. “Thank you, T’Lyn. You’re right. I think I really needed to hear that.”

T’Lyn smiled. It was barely perceptible, but it happened. “You are welcome, Mister Boimler.”

“And you know what?” Boimler said, quickly standing, “I shouldn’t be ashamed! I’m not doing this for peer pressure! I’m doing this for me! Bold Boimler!”

Boimler triumphantly cast aside his towel, standing fully exposed in the lower decks corridor, hands on his hips.

Right as Beckett Mariner, fully dressed, had turned the corner.

“NOPE,” Mariner loudly declared. Turning around, her hands raised, she quickly departed the way she came. “Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.”

Boimler felt a bit less triumphant. “Well, that was…” his hands fell from his hips as his posture slumped. “Discouraging.”

T’Lyn looked towards the parting Mariner.

“I believe she does not wish to think of you in certain ways, but does so under certain circumstances,” T’Lyn dryly hypothesized, a hint of jealously in her voice that only a Vulcan could detect.

“And what does that mean?” Boimler asked, not getting any of it.

T’Lyn stood. “Take it as a compliment, Mister Boimler.” With images dancing in her mind of a cute, flustered Mariner reacting to T’Lyn’s state of undress instead of Boimler’s, T’Lyn left to get dressed.

[stra-tek]

Bradward Boimler's first command, from a forthcoming fan project by Wolf359project on Twitter

[whirligig-girl]

Surviving Schwil cover/poster.

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Alt versions below the cut.

Minimalist version.

Just Schwil.

Landscape poster version.

[tigereyes45]

August 26th 2024 was the year anniversary of when I first started posting Star Trek fanworks.

So I decided to do a very basic, little graphic about the fanworks I posted on Ao3!

Stats are for August 26th 2023 - August 26th 2024

I didn't include any of the & ships because oftentimes I tag posts as & as well as /.

[weltato]

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Category: Gen

Relationships: T'Pol & Curzon Dax

Characters: T'Pol, Curzon Dax, Jadzia Dax

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, different realities, Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Fluff, Trill Symbiont (Star Trek), Trill Species (Star Trek), Post-Episode: s05e10 The New Next Generation, Post-Canon, Mind Meld, Short One Shot

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 770

Series: Part 6 of 'The 12 Fics of The Holidays (2024)'

Summary:

All that katra has to go somewhere, so T'Pol does a little research for Curzon's final mission.

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Guess who loves ST: ENT?? Guess who fucking screamed when Jolene Blalock showed up AS T'POL!??? Yeah, might've been me :))

I have a special place in my heart for ENT, despite the travesty that was the final episode, because it was the first Trek I ever saw. I will always sing the opening theme and I'm not sorry.

[klingon-concertina]

New Fic: The Long Way Home

Summary: Captain Carol Freeman’s first mission since her promotion out of the California class is to track down her missing security officer and deliver a cell's worth of well-known Maquis renegades to the Federation. Instead, she finds herself on the wrong side of the galaxy with a mismatched crew that includes an untrustworthy (and distrustful) new commander, an engineer with a malfunctioning implant, an eager-to-please ensign, and a convicted criminal who happens to also be her own daughter. Seventy thousand lightyears away from everything they’ve ever known, Captain Freeman and her new crew must learn to work together to find home.

Rated M.

Work is complete and will be updated weekly.

The first three chapters are available here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61361989/chapters/156843544

Please read and enjoy!

[benpaddon]

"Discovery isn't canon! SNW is an alternate timeline! None of new Trek is--" stop. Shut up. Stop talking. Just because you don't like it, or it's not doing Star Trek to your liking, doesn't mean it doesn't count.

Christ, did we learn nothing from the fandom debates over TNG when that was on the air?

[scrabbleknight]

Just watched S5 Episode 1 of Lower Decks and funnily enough, I had this fanfic idea bouncing in my head about the Cerritos meeting an alternate universe version of themselves and that Beckett is a Captain in this other universe for a looooooong time now. Though, mine had clear differences:

Instead of a space fissure, they got transported due to a warp malfunction (idk how Star Trek tech works so forgive me if I get that wrong 🥺🙏)

Captain Beckett (the alternate version) is a straight-laced no-nonsense captain who wears an awesome coat. Though, unlike canon, my AU has her being traumatised due to the Dominion War (also she has a wicked scar on her face)

Mariner's mom in the AU is dead instead of being sent to prison. Part of the trauma 😔

Boimler is still, oddly enough, the same. Minus the beard though.

AU Captain Beckett may also be secretly dating AU Boimler "in a broom closet" sorta way (yes, I'm a Marinler shipper, sue me) ✨❤️

The story would've been Mariner helping Captain Beckett get over/heal her trauma from the war, as well as her loss of her parents.

Role switch plot still happens. Really hard not to lmao

I did write a bit of it but I stopped for some reason (most likely, I just forgot). Maybe I should go back to it.

[transitranger327]

Thanks to the new episode of Lower Decks, I might accidentally post garashir fanfics before I post another Star Wars or MTG or the Expanse chapter

[fanwork-exchange-promos]

Star Trek Holidays 2024

Star Trek Holidays is an AO3 based gift exchange for the Star Trek franchise, similar to Secret Santas and other fanwork gift exchanges. Anything Star Trek is included (shows, movies, books, comics, videos games, etc).

Nominations: September 24 - October 8 (closing at 11:30 AM AST) Signups: October 1 - October 8 (closing at 11 PM AST) Assignments Due: December 14 at 11 PM AST Works Reveals: December 21 at 11 PM AST Creator Reveals: December 28 at 11 PM AST

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[wcwick66]

t'pol is CUNT

[fiaistired]

ok bonus one

it’s a redraw from a screenshot so if anyone says it’s shipping.. yeah i guess could be. doesn’t have to be but here we are

anyways i love them